Seeing the new bomb detonate, Mason retreated back behind the parapet to shield himself, expecting the same cloud of debris as before. This one, however, was punctuated by sharp, hot pelts against his forearms where he had his arms raised over his face. Nails. Luckily the large sign he was using as cover kept the majority of the nails from coming through to him.
Bullet fire had also ceased coming in his direction, the remaining gang members obviously distracted by whatever was happening on ground level.
Mason aimed and squeezed the trigger twice more. Two bullets left. Those he would save for the return trip back to his shop. Indy could handle the remaining guys. None of them were in the best shape now that they’d been within range of several bombs.
Besides that, this wasn’t his mission. That girl deserved her revenge.
He straightened up from his crouched position, shouldering his rifle, making sure he was hidden from everyone down below. As well as making sure he was right about the girl being able to handle to remains.